RiffText/RTOD/Adventures of Yobnaf/Baseball

You start at the front row seat at a baseball game. Your goal is The Concession Stand.

LIGHTNING GUY: What concession stand? A hot dog concession stand? A popcorn concession stand? Bubs' Concession Stand?

BOSS: Yug Noissecnoc

LIGHTNING GUY: Oh, look, another backwards word! Why am I not surprised?

NAMINE: Because that's the entire gimmick.

UNLOCKED POWER: Physicness

LIGHTNING GUY: Physicness. What's that? The the power of physics? No, wait, it can't be. This doesn't matter.

Cutscene

YOBNAF: I know I will catch a ball!

LIGHTNING GUY: Hey, Mr. Optimistic! Why don't you shove the ball you say you'll catch up your-

NOXIGAR: Ass.

{Short pause.}
NAMINE: I don't think you get the curse-cut-short technique of writing, do you?

NOXIGAR: Nah, I understand it. I just have lost the ability to care about cursing.

{A ball comes out of nowhere. Yobnaf catches it.}

LIGHTNING GUY: Wow, I'm sure the viewers learned an important lesson from that. Always trust nowhere for something.

YOBNAF: Those powers the aliens gave me really kicked in! I'm physic! Say, I'm hungry.

LIGHTNING GUY: Yeah, you're physic alright. Physically brain damaged.

RANDOM GUY: I'M HUNGRY!

YOBNAF: He is SO stupid. OK, I will go now.

LIGHTNING GUY: He repeated what you said. And you call him stupid? Talk about hypocrisy. Wow, who knows, with these short cutscenes, this may end earlier than I thought. There is a God.

NOXIGAR: Wait, wait, is this time to checkmate atheists again?
NAMINE: Nah, the hyperbole here's misused and not worth.